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Anger is a strong emotion. It helped her surpass the untamed desires for so long. But now that it has subsided, longing and yearn to be close to him is brewing inside her.

The sexual tension between them was hard to ignore.

His ripped body that can bring her into the state of submission, strong biceps that can hold her in control, thick thighs that can trap her legs and ruthless soul that can unleash his chained desires on her. She wants to touch his every inch, know him better in the most intimate way. The storm of his concupiscence, she's desperately waiting to burn in it. His dominating hands demanding submission, his onyx eyes dripping with lust and tongue that'll show no mercy to her mischiefs.

She has had enough with this soft gentle side of his. She's desperate for something hard, something mind boggling that'll drove her in the state of insanity to taste some drops of pleasure.

Her every inch, every corner, is tingling. Waiting for the sensations to be alive and course through her body like a electric current. Her wild imaginations; to have him, to give herself are strongly dominated by the love and lust she feels for him.

When first time it happened, she was half conscious. And second time, she was more of a mother than a woman with needs.

But now, as his wife, as his lover, she wants to satisfy his fantasies, all his desires and drown herself in his confines to meet the same.

The white saree clinged to her body. It more revealed than it can cover. Her Pallu was pushed up on shoulder, her full bosoms appearing huge because of her pregnancy. Her stomach had a slight swell but nothing noticeable. The blouse dropped low, and it showed her cleavage more. Her raven locks gracefully running down her shoulder, covering her back. They were wavy and bouncy. Her cupid's bow were painted red, absolutely ravishing and juicy. Her kohl was light, eyelashes thick and long. Amber eyes, so sweet as if now may pour honey.

She wore the only jewelry that was important for a married woman. Her wedding ring, mangalsutra, earrings and bangles. They clattered, clinking against each other and filling the room with pleasant tinkling sound. And her parting line of hair that was filled with vermilion. Her eyes were casted on her reflection, a small smile tugging at the corners of her red lips. She hopes she's looking desirable enough.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The hidden jewels of her body were throbbing. Aching and demanding relief. But apart from clenching her legs together, she had no idea what to do.

Opening her eyes, she retreated back and stepped out of the room.

He came back from Vegas this morning and directly went to sleep after shower. In the afternoon, she asked Taila to take Reyansh and Murphy to Karthik sir's house. Taila understood the hidden agenda and just smiled before nodding in agreement. Rivaah was a blushing mess when she walked out of kitchen that time.

Her palms glistened with sweat and she wiped them on her saree. Sighing out aloud, she twisted the knob and slightly pushed on door. She gingerly peeked in and noticed his large frame covering the whole bed. She slowly stepped inside, the jhumkas in her ear swinging with her cautious steps. Her amber eyes greedily took in the sight before her. He wore nothing but sweats, that hung low on his waist. Her hungry gaze travelled from his sexy body, following the v line that disappeared in his pants. Her toes curled and she bit on her lower lip before looking away. She no more wants him, she needs him.

"He's still bloody asleep!", She chastised herself in a whisper. Sparing a glance at wall clock, she observed it was five in the evening. Shaking her head, she walked over to balcony to get some free air and empty herself of this overbearing sexual tension.

Parting the curtains to either sides, she slid the glass door and entered balcony. Fresh air sizzled past her, playing with her voluptuous curves in hushed whispers. She brought her hair to one side, and leaned against the banister.

A minute later there was shuffling sound and then a strained groan. Her body straightened up, teeth gnashing against each other as nervousness fled through her. Thousands of doubts and millions of questions swarmed inside her mind, chiding her what a disaster this will turn out. But there was no going back now. She has to face him.

Kabir turned to one side, a pillow protecting him from the sudden invasion of lights. He slammed it down a second later, breathing in and lazily opening his eyes. His blurry eyesight caught a figure in balcony and he sat straight to look more clear. The sheets tangled around his body made whooshing sounds. His rubbed his eyes and soon his jaw dropped at the sight before him.

His eyes raked up and down, body suddenly straining at the boost of libido. He bit on his bottom lip, onyx eyes hungry for more. The loose strings of her blouse made his fingers uncomfortable, they were desperate to pull the knot and uncover her. Her damn sexy waist, wrapped in a see through saree left very little for imagination.

He stood up, and carried himself slowly towards the balcony. Before he could open his mouth and pronounce her name, she turned and his heart raced as if ready to break the cage and run for miles. It thudded hard and fast. Slamming against ribcage. He clenched his jaw as the beast inside was ready rip the shackles and pounce on it's prey. He was desperate to devour and that thought made his fists tighten.

"You woke up. You must be hungry?", She asked breathlessly. He watched as her round assets, the two globes heaved up and down streanously.

She waited for his answer, realising that he was distracted by her chest. So she cleared her throat and he bashfully looked up. Like a naughty kid who was caught stealing cookies from a jar.

"I should bring you some fruits.", She said and he nodded slowly. Confused, hesitant and totally dumbfounded.

Like a bird trapped in cage, she was desperate to escape his dark gaze.

As she walked past him, he inhaled deeply. Her sandalwood scent lingered around and he could almost taste it. The sweetness along with the hint of some spice drove him crazy. He twisted his head back, and watched as she walked out. Her bangles betraying her and alarming him of her trail.

He followed her down. And stood at the threshold of kitchen as he watched her cut some fruits for him.

"Do you want some strawberries?", She asked looking up as she held a delicious red strawberry up.

"Hmm."

"Apple?"

"Hmm."

"Cherry?", Her voice dropped down in whisper.

"Whatever that you have, I'm ready to devour.", He said huskily and she gulped looking down, nervously focusing back on her task.

He strolled in, his footsteps making her more and more restless. He walked straight to refrigerator, opened it and bent to grab a water bottle. Straightening up, he closed the door shut. Slowly he turned and leaned against kitchen slab. Twisting the cap open and drinking few gulps; satisfying the thirst of water. His eyes steel fixed on her back, and the monstrous bulge in his boxers strained against it's confines. His tongue brushed against his gums as he stared at her with pursued lips.

Her hands turned clumsy and the fruits tumbled past knife instead of slicing in two. She waited with a bated breath. Each second churning her insides. Soon she felt his hard body pressed against her behind and she let out a troubled gasp. The knife fell down as her shivering fingers lost their strength.

"What is this, wifey? Are you tasting my patience?", He whispered on her ear and she cowered back, accidentally pressing herself more to him. His rough hand clamped her waist possessively and she whimpered at the sudden invasion of hard touch on her bare skin.

His other hand went forward, grabbing a cherry. He popped it in his mouth and hummed in delight. "Hmm. This tastes sweet.", He murmured softly as he rubbed his nose on her neckline. "But I bet not more than you.", His tongue stroked the skin behind her ear, moaning at the heavenly creaminess.

She whimpered, straining her body against him and arching her back. Short gasps escaped past her lips as she clutched on the end of her Pallu tightly. Her knees turned jelly and the torture overwhelmed her. His heavy breath on her barren body, was like first drops of rain after long drought.

She twirled and broke free from his embrace. But her traitorous Pallu, it was in his fist and that rendered her bosoms completely unarmored in front of him. If not for the blouse, she would have surely dug herself a grave and sleep there right away. He tugged at the end of her Saree, successfully pulling her to him as she was afraid of the pleats falling at his mercy. He dropped the chiffon garment down, pinned his finger at the center of her blouse, and yanked her close. She gasped at his bold gesture.

"Are we really gonna play this cat and mouse?", He growled. "Either you give up and walk with me back to room or I pick you up and carry you upstairs. Choice is yours.", He gritted out. He was finding it completely impossible to not rip apart her clothes and take her then and there.

She wordlessly glided her soft palm in his hand and he smirked. "Good girl.", He mumbled and guided her upstairs. The fallen pallu trailing behind as she obediently followed her husband upstairs.

He entered the room and tugged at her to do the same. She daintily stepped inside, her heart beat fast and eyes casted down shyly. He took her to bed and pushed on her shoulders. She sat down, the Pallu laid abandoned on one side. He kneeled before her, his eyes desperate to meet hers. The moment their gazes clashed, she immediately looked away.

"You're looking so sexy, dove."

He murmured, and crimson color adored her cheeks. He sat up on his knees and dipped down to place wet kisses across her naval. She gasped and arched her back. Her hands grabbing the sheets beneath them in a tight grip.

He placed his both hands on her either sides and unfolded his knees, straightening up slowly as if a lion preparing before the attack. His face inclined dangerously close to her and she breathed heavily. He leisurely climbed up and she fell on her back, the soft bed bouncing because of her lightweight body.

He hovered on top of her and dived down to capture her lips in a fierce kiss. All the longing, passion, possessiveness and enormous lust pouring out his mouth and enveloping her warm tongue. His every pore screamed to breathe in her. Every inch wanted to touch her. The only barrier was her flimsy saree that only hardened him mercilessly.

His hand crawled beneath her and found the loose strings. She gasped in his mouth when he pulled and set them free. Her breathes came out in short laps as he raised his head, separating their lips. He nestled his mouth in the crook of her neck and nibbled on her smooth skin. He tugged the blouse down her shoulder and pressed countless open mouthed kisses over the bare skin.

"Allow me.", He whispered as he asked for the blouse to be undone. She hoisted her body half up and wrapped her arms around his neck. He released the hooks of her blouse and then slowly lowered her back. She raised her arms and he removed the blouse before discarding it in some corner of room.

He looked down at her and his eyes marvelled at the sight of her breathtaking beauty. Her two mounds full and the brown tips swelled, screaming for his attention. "Pl-Please."

"Please what, Dove?", His drunk eyes met her intoxicated ones.

"Please.", She whimpered, arching her back and pushing herself towards him.

"I don't know what you're talking about.", He shook his head innocently. "Tell me. What do you want?"

"To-Touch me.", She begged as tears glistened her eyes, the desperation and ache all over her body was too much to tolerate.

"Like this?", His thumb and pointer finger pinched her dusky, sudden coral.

She let out a restrained gasp.

"Or like this?", His rough palm kneaded her globe.

"Or this?", He asked and captured the brown taut tip in his warm mouth. She moaned loudly. The throbbing in her lower body increased with ten folds, and she wanted to satisfy their desires. But had no idea how to ask. How to demand.

As he played his torture on her left mound, his hand messaged the other gently. He flourished both of his beautiful jewels with equal attention.

Her mind boggled. This was not the Kabir who took her virginity. He was so much gentle. Neither was he the same Kabir she demanded intimacy from. He was too shy.

This, who now was raining kisses through the valley of her bosoms appeared like beast. And she knows it won't be long that'll he completely give into his that side and take her hard and fast. And she was desperately waiting for that.

As he reached her navel, he dropped open mouthed kisses and then bit and nipped on her waist. "How's my baby here?", He nudged her stomach playfully with his nose and she giggled. With a charming smile he climbed back on top of her and she cupped his face. Pulling him down for a toe curling kiss. His other hand released the pleats of her saree and he pulled apart to undress her completely.

The fire in his body inflamed ferociously as he drank her naked beauty with his eyes.

"Gorgeous and all mine.", He whispered, his eyes meeting hers before she looked away shyly. "Hey, darling.", He murmured placing his two fingers under her chin and turning her to face him. "I want you to look at me when I make love to you.", He smiled. One that was rare and can stop millions of hearts in one glance. The smile that makes her fall for him again and again.

Her eyes widened as she realized something. "The condom-", he placed his finger on her lips, shushing her.

"You're all mine. Why will I need a condom? I don't mind if we welcome twins instead of one.", He chuckled softly.

"But- Ugh Kabir!", She screamed as his long finger invaded her walls.

"Spread your legs for me, baby. Spread for Daddy.", He tapped on her thigh and she obediently followed his demand. "Good girl.", He whispered as he added other finger, eliciting another sensual brazen moan out of her. She was completely wet and all ready for him.

He scissored her, her walls tight even if she was no more a virgin.

"Not fair. You're sti- still in you-ugh-your sweats!", She panted breathlessly.

"Your wish is my command, Dove.", He chuckled before removing his fingers and she let out struggled whine. He kicked his pants off and then freed himself of his boxers. The monstrous shaft sprung out and she gulped. Although she had taken him before, but the size still terrors her.

With one swift move, laddened in her sweet and salty juices, he was inside her. And she screamed loud as he penetrated her walls and hit her prostate.

"Damn! Fuck!", He growled as her confines clenched around him, pulling him greedily inside.

When the moonlight kissed the lips of night, their union soared, completely drenched under the rain of passionate and never ending love. In her sweet and salty waters, he conquered her like waves. The storms in their bodies entwined, reaching beyond sky and meeting the doors of ecstasy. He revealed her every page, read every hidden poem and whispered some of his own tales where the pages laid blank. The curves, highs and lows of her body, he ruled all and yet was on his knees. Her naivety and his craziness, when entangled together, created a rhythm of passion. Her moans and his sweet whispers, when met each other left the night restless. In her ardor, he lost himself and found neverending sea of love.

Later, when the city embraced complete night. His soft cries hidden in her embrace defied the silence. He was overwhelmed and so drunk in love that he couldn't stop himself. And his emotions came tumbling down. The love and trust she showed on him, he vows to protect them until his last breath. She cradled him close as he nestled himself in her arms, emptying himself from all the guilt. She showered him with the same amount of love and care that he did while making love to her. The two eventually fell asleep, entwined together.

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